Something had happened at Macsen Villa, but Emmeline and the other two were unaware of it.
After finishing their meal at Struyria Banquet, Emmeline, Abel, and Benjamin returned to Nightfall Cafe. They quickly changed into their sleek black motorcycle gear and put on their helmets.
Emmeline approached Abel and Benjamin with a confident wave of her hand. “See you at Swan Lake, boys!”
With those words, she lowered the visor of her helmet, ignited the engine, shifted into gear, and twisted the throttle.
“Vroom!” In the blink of an eye, she vanished into the flow of traffic, leaving her companions in awe.
Abel and Benjamin didn’t want to be left behind, so they swiftly hopped into their Rolls-Royce and set off toward Swan Lake.
Forty minutes later, the Rolls-Royce arrived at Swan Lake.
Emmeline was already there, leaning casually against her motorcycle, helmet in hand, exuding an undeniable sense of coolness.
A few passing riders turned their heads to gaze at Emmeline, utterly captivated, nearly stumbling as they walked.
With no racing event happening today, there were only a handful of riders on the track, enjoying some leisurely rides.
The driver parked the car, and Abel and Benjamin stepped out, joining Emmeline by her side.
They followed her gaze toward the track, where a small group of motorcycles were speeding by.
“Why don’t we join in for a practice session?” Benjamin suggested, “Why just stand here and watch?”
Emmeline tilted her head slightly, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “Well,” she gestured toward the track, “Mr. Abel’s Little Flower is in there. I was thinking of confusing our enemies a bit.”
Abel narrowed his eyes, observing the flurry of motorcycles zooming past, their shadows flickering like phantoms. It was impossible to distinguish one from another.
“Sonia’s here?” he remarked, a hint of surprise in his voice. “What a coincidence.”
“She just entered the track,” Emmeline replied. “I saw her, but she hasn’t seen me yet.”
Abel pondered for a moment, contemplating the possibilities. “So, how do you want to play this?” he asked. “Both Ben and I are here. You don’t have to worry.”
He tossed a cigarette to Benjamin, who caught it effortlessly, ready for whatever plan Emmeline had in mind.
“Ha, a joke,” Emmeline scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Am I afraid of her grandma or something?”
“Well, why don’t you ride your bike there then?” Abel lit his cigarette, squinting as he took a drag.
Feeling the wind, he quickly positioned himself so that the smoke blew away from Emmeline.
“No rush,” Emmeline replied. “Let’s just chat here for a while and wait for Little Flower to come off the track.”
“Alright then,” Abel agreed. “There are cushions in the car. Let’s bring them over and sit on the rocks.”
Emmeline nodded in agreement.
Luca hurriedly ran to the car and brought back three cushions.
Another bodyguard fetched a crate of mineral water.
The three of them settled down, opening their bottles, and enjoying the conversation and the refreshing drinks. It was a truly blissful moment.
After only five or six minutes, Sonia made her way back from the racetrack.
Amidst the lighthearted banter between Emmeline, Abel, and Benjamin, they occasionally glanced towards the racetrack.
Sonia was riding a V4R, just slightly below Emmeline’s bike.
Her motorcycle was a custom edition, disguised as a V4R but equipped with the V5R specifications.
It exuded a world-class level of performance while maintaining a deliberately weathered appearance, giving off an understated vibe.
With a few glances, Emmeline could discern Sonia’s skill on the track as they maneuvered through particular turns and inclines.
Impressive, no doubt. Sonia had some serious skills.
But compared to her…
Emmeline smirked, a faint laugh escaping her nostrils.
She had done her research online and knew that Sonia was considered one of the top motorcycle figures in Struyria.
However, Emmeline herself had achieved the international runner-up title in motorcycle racing back in Reykjovak.
Did Sonia manage to uncover all of this?
Because during that time, she was using the name Erma Adelmar.
But now wasn’t the time for her to reveal her true abilities.
Where’s the fun in rushing things when it’s all about playing cat and mouse?
Sonia stepped off the track, parked her bike, and swung her leg over.
Even before she took off her helmet, she spotted Abel.
Over here, there were three individuals, two men, and a woman.
No matter which one you singled out, they were all exceptional, captivating specimens that held your gaze.
And the fact that the three of them were together made them shine like celestial bodies, drawing everyone’s attention.
Of course, Sonia’s gaze couldn’t resist either.
As she stepped off her bike and removed her helmet, her long hair cascaded down.
Every move she made was deliberate, yet subtle.
And it attracted a wave of onlookers.
But Sonia’s main intention was to catch Abel’s attention.
However, this man, whether it was due to a lack of interest or some sort of blindness, along with the other man in black by his side, completely ignored her.
Helpless, Sonia could only hold her helmet and take a step forward.
